Sorry. Its long.
I feel like I'm on the cusp of losing the plot. I've had low rumbling mental health issues most of my life, so I know how this goes. On two or three occasions, prompted by traumatic life events, they've reared their head and really scuppered me. No traumatic events to report, but things are slipping. I need to pull this back now before I sink.
I've been in my job 10 months. I love it, I've had a big promotion and two substantial pay rises. It's going very well, but it is stressful and A LOT of responsibility without much support.
I have a sweet, affectionate and hilarious 7yr old DS, who I adore. I have a lovely, kind, gentle, loving husband. He does a job he really enjoys but doesn't earn much. He's also not at all stressed, which is a godsend. He isn't always forthcoming with communicating about emotional things, but he gets there in the end. The silent but dependable type I guess.
Despite work going well we're just about managing. We've always been mega skint. Since the world went mad my job has meant we've managed to keep up with the rising cost of everything (so hugely lucky) but not had any improvement in quality of life or security. We rent, have crap cars, and generally live quite frugally.
The last couple of weeks work has been insanely busy. I worked 6 days and 50 hrs last week. I'm underslept. I still do most of the housework and cooking (DH does a lot by some people's measures, he's an amazing dad. But we live very rurally, he works outside, and there's no need for neat clothes or to have a boundary between outside and indoors as far as he's concerned). I dash from task to task every day wondering how the hell I'm going to get it all done - email the board, meet this bigwig, walk the dog, write this strategy, do spelling homework, pay the invoices, hang up the laundry, arrange this meeting, make a lasagne - but somehow I usually do.
I am on HRT after an emergency hysterectomy some years ago. I'm on a low dose of an antidepressant that generally agrees with me. Lately I keep forgetting to take both, like I'm wilfully neglecting myself. This is a red flag.
I'm not getting much exercise beyond walking the dog. My weight and body confidence are starting to suffer. My nails are bitten. My hair needs a cut and my shoulders are tense. The house is a tip. I don't have as much time to play with DS as I'd like.
My mum died very suddenly just over a decade ago when I was in my early twenties. This seems to have been on my mind more and more recently. Maybe as I'm approaching 40?
I don't have any family close by and no parents. My siblings are far away and both caught up in their own lives.
I feel like I need someone to sit my down, take my hand, and tell me what to do to pull myself out of this before I crash. I basically need my mum, but there's the rub.
So please, any bullet pointed tips for actual, practical, doable things that will make my life easier and help me feel more in control would be massively appreciated.
I suppose my AIBU is, can everyone else just deal with this? Am I just a flakey twat? Or AIBU to find this hard?